Lion Head Mesa Everything is lit but my lightning-bolt brain

quiet steps took he and the hemet down the corridor to the small neat room. tavina looked up as they entered, glancing toward melody as the priest explained.

"honey for the throat, citrus for the nasal," tavina murmured, mostly to herself, bustling about until she had prepared a decoction.

"come and drink this," the sesh said to the young woman. senmut eyed melody with firm encouragement.